Heightened Views of a Short Man III
I'm tired of telling y'all that the H.V.S.M series ain't a
real post. It's been two weeks since my last post - I've been kinda ill.
Benue
Housewives ;)
I've been trying to expand my already large social circle but
rather than let in any T.D.H I'm only gonna allow guys that are from Benue
state... Whenever I meet some new guy, the first thing I ask him is,
"Where are you from?" If he says, "Benue". I'm like,
"We should be friends... good friends". :D
+ I've been trying to convince my female friends to marry
guys from Benue.
You're probably starting to wonder
what's so special about guys from Benue, shey? Well sometime ago, I overheard
some women discussing, they were saying something about how Benue people are
soooo hospitable; by that I mean whenever a (male) guest visits, they would
offer their housewife as "Kola" to the guest :D
But the odd thing is that; in the
wake of feminism and equality, we're yet to see Benue housewives go out in the
streets to protest this strange culture.
Hmmm... could that mean that the Benue housewives sef like
isheykushey?
FEMInism?
Oh please!
I am not and would not be a feminist! Except if by feminism
you mean the LOVE of women. Personally, I've had enough of this feminism talk
(got dragged into an argument last week) and believe me when I tell you that
women are such confused beings who don't know what they want! (You may drop
your insults in the comment box)
They are quick to blame men for every societal ill. War,
Crime, Rape, Illness, Economic meltdown, unanswered prayers, traffic jam...
name it, and they'll place the blame on MEN. No one's talking about male
victims of domestic violence or made-to-penetrate rape. A woman goes about in
something less than clothes, a guy gawks
looks and compliments <--- who does society blame?
Answer: the poor guy!
Even in relationships, the guy is
expected to do virtually everything. You'll hear women say, 'I need a guy that
will TAKE CARE of me". Na me go toast you, na me go spend on
Valentine, na me go spend on your birthday, my byday sef na me go spend join,
na me go beg you make we marry, na me go still fund the wedding... Haba! Wetin
you fit do?!
Let's assume I've got a Range Rover
sports, deadly looks like Edward in Twilight, six packs and some biceps to show
off like one Johnny Bravo in my class and the only time I can say I'm broke is
when I've got like 6 figures in my bank account. Then the question I'll ask Bae
is, "What have you got to offer?"
A hole!?
Just a f*beep*ing hole between your legs! + the drama that
goes with a relationship! Oh please!
I'd rather maintain a stable drama-free relationship with my
right-hand and Vaseline.
P.S: Heightened Views of a Short Man (H.V.S.M) is a series I
intend to keep writing as long as alcohol is cheaper than varsity textbooks.


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